Three days ago, on Thursday, a violent storm through my town knocked loose a branch from a tree in my back yard. This limb fell on a wire that leads to my house, pulling it loose from the house. The strain of that wire hanging in the air snapped one of the wires in the bundle. That wire was my cable source.
I was gone all day Friday with my mother for her surgical procedure then babysitting my ‘nephews’ while their mother was at her schools’ graduations. Saturday was my Father’s Day celebration out of town, so today, Sunday, is really the first chance I’ve been at home with nothing on TV to watch for the afternoon.
I realize this should be a blessing, and an opportunity to clean my house. But after the week that I have had (working 40 hours in three days, volunteering for a golf tournament, and then the aforementioned Friday and Saturday activities), about all I was able to manage after church and a few hours at the playground with the same nephews was to veg out on the couch. So I’m going through old items on the Tivo.
There are movies that I had recorded, some almost two years ago, and am now able to watch because the ‘new’ stuff is not recording. One of the shows that I have been meaning to watch and never had the time was The Freedom Riders: An American Experience.
I was a triple major in college. One of my majors was American History. I even focused on the history of the South. I was aware of Jim Crow laws. I remember my elder family members speaking of them, though not often. I remember my mother talking about desegregation of her schools, and how that was a huge upheaval here in Virginia. I had heard of the Freedom Riders.
It’s oh so humbling to say, but here is the basic truth: I am ashamed. I am ashamed that I would answer, when asked, that yes I knew about the Freedom Riders. I knew that blacks and whites rode the bus together.
I am ashamed because I knew nothing. Continue reading
I am not really a big resolution at January 1 kind of person. I never have been. I would make beginning of school year resolutions in September every year, which always seemed more appropriate, but January, to me, has always seemed like mid year. Mid season, midway, you get the drift.
But for some reason I am having a harder time than normal with the turn of the calendar this year. I turn 40 in a few months, and yet I feel like I was further ahead in my life when I was 26 or so than I am now. I made more money, I was in a serious relationship, I had a job that was going places . . . now I have 60% of the salary I had at that age, not adjusting for inflation, I haven’t been on a date in heaven knows how long because it’s just easier that way, and after two years of unemployment I finally have a job I like, only my brain is keeping me from liking it very much lately. So here are some random thoughts on 2013 and what I think may or may not be able to be done about each of the issues I am currently struggling with in my head. Continue reading
I watch the Olympics. And when I say I watch the Olympics, I mean I watch all of the Olympics. As much as my Tivo can hold. I may go back and rewatch parts of it. It may take me six months. But it will be done. I am a self-confessed junkie. I did not do a recap for the Vancouver Olympics. When they came on, I was unemployed. I had credit and deals at snapfish. I now have two scrapbooks of the Vancouver Olympic moments that stood out for me in each sport and the stories that were cool for me.
But when I go back and read the thoughts I had on the Beijing Games in 2008, I was struck by a few things regarding my list of my personal standout moments:
- I didn’t remember some of the stories. When I tried to find video on YouTube on Jennifer Stuczynski’s coach acting like an ass, I not only found the video, but also discovered that two years later she married the guy. No accounting for taste.
- Kobe Bryant is still classy when it comes to international sport. He might not be faithful in his marriage, he may be a conceited pig in person, I don’t know. But at the Olympics, he is a class act. Enjoying every moment of the games. He had his first experience at Wimbledon this year . . . and it was the longest men’s three-set match in the open era. Switzerland’s Roger Federer defeated Argentina’s Juan Martin Del Podro 3-6, 7-6, 19-17. Kobe was there, with his daughter, to see Phelps win the gold medal. He was at the volleyball venue, watching the women run for gold–and the gobsmacked “WHAT?!” he mouthed after a spectacular save cracked me up. Here is a man that knows his opportunity, and is taking it all in. Every blasted moment.
But this year, London (in my opinion) did a fantastic job with the games. They may have had empty seats, they may have had a few things going on that the locals didn’t care about, but I had a great amount of fun watching and enjoying the spectacle. So without further ado, here are my favorite moments of the 2012 London games:
- Ashton Eaton. Who knows who this man is? If I asked you if you had ever heard of Bruce Jenner, could you answer? Could you answer before the age of the Kardashians? Continue reading
Everyone has a guilty pleasure, right?
Something they don’t necessarily admit to a stranger as the first thing to tell them, but something that their best friend will know?
I have more than a few. I knit and I’m almost 40, and I used to own a cat–stupid stereotype. I like to cook, love board games, and have an unhealthy obsession with movies and tv.
Certain shows, no matter how many times you’ve seen them, you always stop at, right? Another broadcast of Bring It On, or Legally Blonde, or Firefly/Serenity. The private DVD stash of Girls Just Want To Have Fun, Zorro: The Gay Blade, and Clueless. Things you hide in the back of the drawer but can quote word for word?
The latest one for me is Burlesque. I never saw it in the theaters, but found it on Encore one night when channel surfing.
I think I’ve seen it 30 times since.
I can’t help it. I admit it. I love Cher. I love Christina Aguilera’s music, and as an actress she grows on you. I adore Stanley Tucci. McSteamy makes an appearance. And Cam Gigandet? Yummy. I love the bawdy dance numbers. I love the corny lyrics. I love the predictable plot. I just adore the movie.
I have to go now. They’re talking about “air rights” again….
My friends have used Live Journal for quite some time. I, however, only use it to download episodes of tv shows that I have missed. My friends use Live Journal to stay connected and, more importantly, to participate in fan fiction. I, however, only use it to glean info useful for mocking purposes at a later date.
One of the features I like, however, is what they call writer’s block. It’s a question that is posed on the front page, right when you log in, that provides you with a discussion point and something to get you writing. Something to respond to. Sometimes it’s a simple question, like favorite vegetarian dish (pasta, mozz cheese, basil, tomatoes–all fresh). Tonight, however, it was a bit more involved for me: Who is the biggest bully in your life? Continue reading
Yesterday was a day-long (well, five hour) women’s retreat at the church that I grew up attending. It’s a fine church, filled with many fine women. With a friend, we comprised the entire 20-45 demographic, but it was still fun. I have this thing every time I attend that church though–I call it attending church-lite. I feel like there is no meat there sometimes. For example: I knew I had to watch what I wore, the makeup I had on, and how I had my hair because my mother would be there–and those are the things that are important at these events. Still, it was a nice time, and it was great to see old friends.
Back to the point: one of the breakout sessions yesterday was on how to be a hostess. “Extending Hospitality: Welcoming Guests and Easy Entertaining”. All about how to be a great hostess, to make sure that everyone’s needs are met and taken care of and that all are happy. Even came with a recipe book emailed after class so you could have a bunch of hors d’eouvres to choose from.
Today’s lesson at kids church: Continue reading